Title: The Dare (Scully POV)
Author: Jay
Email: Luv2LuvDuchovny@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR
Summary: It begins as just another case but ends with a challenge.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Archive: Free to all, just let me know first please.
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and all things X-Files are mine in
my heart, but legally belong to C.C. No harm intended. Music
lyrics belong to Prince.
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"The Dare"
Can I really go through with this?
Can I sit here with these women and watch Mulder do what
I know he's about to do? We aren't even sure this is an
X-File!
A few local yocals claiming that the people in this place were
"not from this planet".
I know it's because of Mulder and his need to needle Kersh,
but I don't think it's going to turn out the way he wants it
to. We already have a lead he doesn't know about, and it has
nothing to do with the paranormal.
I see Mulder peer through the tiny opening in the stage
curtain, again. He's done that a million times in the last
half an hour. He has to be nervous. I can't believe he's
going through with this. I can't believe I'm going to sit
here and watch him go through with it. Can I? I feel a
tingle in my stomach just thinking about it and try to
tell myself to stop being such a school girl.
I sip my drink and chat with the other agents and try not
to let my mind think about what I'm going to see. Part of
me hopes that Mulder falls flat on his face and isn't
able to do his routines. When the music starts and I see
Mulder on the stage in a tuxedo, the rest of me wishes
we were in a much more private setting.
I know I'm staring. I don't know what he must think, but
I can't seem to take my eyes off of him. His hair isn't
exactly messy, but it's that typical Mulder messed up
look with that stray strand on his forehead. The white
tuxedo with the black vest and black tie along with
the dim lights make his eyes seem so alive and his skin
so tan and smooth. Over the years I have wondered if he
were aware of his effect on women. On me. I realize now,
that he really has no clue. He doesn't know just how sexy
he is. That only makes me want him more.
A voice comes through the speakers.
"And in his first appearance, let's give a red-hot welcome to
The Fox. Give him hell ladies."
The music starts and Mulder doesn't move. Then he sees me.
Our eyes lock. I'm watching him intently. I decide to
see if I can get him moving. Silently, with just a hint
of smugness showing on my face, I send him a
messege that I hope he reads.
"I know you won't go through with this. I dare you."
He keeps his eyes on mine as the first line of the song
comes through the speakers and the room full of women scream
in unison.
"Here we are in this big old empty room, staring each other
down." Is the first line of the song and as Mulder starts to
move, I can't help but react. I feel my eyebrow raise as he
takes two steps forward--very slow, seductive steps. I want
to bite my lip, but resist.
He begins undoing the black bow tie and unbuttoning two buttons
on the white tuxedo shirt as the next line flows into the air.
"You want me just as much as I want you, let's
stop fooling around."
I groan inwardly. If only he knew. If only that line were
coming from him. What would he do if he knew how much I
wanted him? Is this the time to find out? We are working
undercover, and I am in "character".
He stops of the stage, his feet shoulder length apart and
shrugs off his jacket, letting it slide slowly down his
arms.
"Take me baby..." The song continues to torture me, as he runs
his hands down down his chest and stops with them just above his
crotch. "...kiss me all over..."
He moves hips very slowly in circular motion while placing one
hand on his crotch. "...play with my love."
That's almost more than I can stand. I uncross and recross my
legs for the third time since he stepped on stage. He's starting
to sweat and it makes his hair slightly damp at the edges. It's
not the first time I've seen his hair this way. But it's the
first time I've seen him do the things he's doing and moving
the way he's moving. That hand of his, that big, muscular hand
so close to an area that I have imagined, even had dreams
about--that's enough to make up my mind about what I want.
I want him. Tonight Mulder is mine. And I'm going to have as
much fun out of this situation as I possibly can. I take a
$50 bill from the money I have in my pocket and write on it.
Mulder falls to the floor and begins a humping, grinding
motion. It's no wonder every woman in the room is going
wild. They can scream all they want, but if I get my way,
he's leaving here with me tonight. And he better make
sure he gets in the practice he needs now, because that
motion will come in handy later.
"Do me baby, like you've never done before. Give it to me
'till I just can't take no more." I remind myself to ask
him if he chose his own much, and compliment him if he did.
He rolls onto his back and thrusts upward while unbuttoning the
rest of the buttons on his shirt. When he rolls over, he starts
to crawl toward the audience but stops and rocks back on his
heels. He takes his time easing his shirt of his perfectly
formed chest and shoulders. My hands actually itch at the
thought of touching him, running my hands over that chest
and those muscular shoulders and arms.
"Here we are, looking for a reason, for you to lay me down."
He pulls a small bottle from his pocket. I suck in air
silently as he shakes it up slowly, as if he's masturbating.
A vision that has filled many of my dreams. More than I can
count.
"A love like ours is never out of season...so baby, please
stop teasing me."
As he holds the bottle high above his chest and music builds
he thrusts upward and oil pours onto his chest. As he slowly
begins to rub the oil over his chest, his stomach and his
arms, I watch him closely. His eyes follow his hands and
that makes him look even more sexy.
"...what you do, I could never love no other."
He moves his hand slowly into waistband of pants. "...whenever
we're not close to one another..." Now he's rubbing his crotch
area. "I just want you so bad!"
I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't think I can sit
here and watch him get as close to naked as possible without
actually being naked. I see myself darting for the closest
exit and Mulder not even noticing. I must be insane to be
sitting here thinking that I can take this gorgeous man home
tonight and be able to work with him at the office everday
from now on. But then again, I'll never be able to look at
him the same way again anyway. I look at his glistening skin.
His muscles rippling and hardening as he moves. Oh dear God
why did I have to fall in love with my partner, my friend?
He unbuttons and unzips his pants as he sqirms on the floor
and another song starts. The women are screaming, standing
and waving their money toward him. Every woman in this room
wants him as much as I do. No. I tell myself that's not
true. They don't know him like I do. They haven't been
through a lifetime of ups and downs with him the way I have.
No, this man is MINE. Let's see what he'll do if I make
that clear to him. I get the fifty out that I had fixed
earlier and wait for just the right moment. Trying to
appear cool and in control.
He's on the floor, panting. Sweat soaked hair has fallen into
his eyes but they find mine with no problem, and I latch onto
them. He begins to crawl toward me. I'm not giving him that
smug look anymore. Now it's a look that he may never have
seen before.
Title: The Test (Scully POV)
{{ Part Two of "The Dare" }}
Author: Jay
Email: Luv2LuvDuchovny@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR
Summary: It begins as just another case but ends with a challenge.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Archive: Free to all, just let me know first please.
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and all things X-Files are mine in
my heart, but legally belong to C.C. No harm intended. Music
lyrics belong to Prince.
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"The Test"
"This is it. It's time for you to put out the fire."
He stops crawling and rocks back on his heels again.
He's still holding my gaze, but I haven't so much as
blinked.
"...you got the horn, so why don't you blow it?" He's on his feet
again, pants fully unzipped now, he uses the music to take a few
slow, sexy steps closer to the edge of the stage--in my direction.
I wonder if he realizes yet that he is playing with fire. A
fire that only he can put out at this point. And I'm willing
to do whatever it takes to make sure that he does just that.
He stop directly in front of me for the line in the song that
says "...you're so cool." And then stands there for a beat or two,
panting, that gorgeous chest heaving, looking sexy as hell with
that hair all down in his eyes and those eyes shining with a
light I've never seen before.
"Make your rules...then break them all 'cause you are the best."
Then, as the music picks up again he tears the snap side pants the
rest of the way off with one quick jerk.
"Cream. Get on top..."
My mind is completely gone now. My body trembles at just the sight
of him with nothing on but a G-string. Oil and sweat covering his
skin. And he's still keeping his eyes on me. Is that for safety
reasons, because he's afraid to look at the other women? Or is
it because he's trying to read me? He's trying to read me. He's
trying to gauge my reaction. He *wants* to get some kind of
unexpected reaction out of me. Okay, Mulder, let's put that
to the test and see what you'll do when I react exactly the
way I want to.
The ladies on either side of my table are screaming along with
all the other women. They move forward to tip Mulder. As I watch
the women touch him and put their money in his G-string, I want
to draw my gun and start firing. I resist the temptation, which
isn't easy to do with a couple of the long legged blonde bimbos
that are currently rubbing his legs. I lose site of him for a
minute and that irritates me.
I am able to see the unmasked shock, or maybe it's excitement,
on Mulder's face when I stand, push a couple of women
out of my way and stalk forward. And that is exactly what I'm
doing, stalking my prey. He's what I want and I'm out to get him.
I know I have him when he moves toward me, ignoring the other
women. The smirk is back on my face, but it's for the drunk
females around me that think they have a chance with this man
tonight.
He stops at the very edge of the stage and that puts my face
even with the bulge of his G-string, and oh what a bulge it
is. I can't help but study it briefly as I raise the folded
bill to my mouth and raise my eyes to meet his. Silently
I ask him "Will you let me do this? Or are you going to
stop me?"
I place my hands on his sides, directly on his hip bones and
gazes up at him through my lashes. His hand seems slightly shaky
as he opens the G-string in the front just enough so I can lean
my head forward and place the bill into the band. I make sure
that my hair brushes his stomach, and when it does, I love his
reaction. His gorgeous head of dark, damp sweat soaked hair
rolls back and one of those big muscular hands goes to the back
of my head. His groan is lost in the screams of the crowd, but
not lost to my ears, and it's the most musical sound I've ever
heard. I want to make him make that sound over and over again
for hours.
I decide that is enough for now though. I can't give away
to much of my pan at once or he won't be as shocked as I
want him to be. I move away and work my way back through the
women and to my seat with just a tiny glance back over my
shoulder.
"Down, ladies! Down! Have some mercy on our poor virgin here!
You almost ate him alive." A voice said over the speakers
as Mulder left the stage.
"Don't worry, he'll be back as our trail dancer right after our
next performance...and here he is, give it up for The Doc!"
I pay no attention to the new dancer that comes onto the stage.
Another undercover agent is making her way toward us with a
drink in her hand that has several napkins wrapped around it.
I know that this must be a messege. She stops at our table to
talk for a moment or two and leaves the drink on the table.
The note is to let us know that they have caught a suspect in
the case.
My heart drops. That means I should give Mulder the agreed upon
signal and he can opt out at any point and in any way he wants
to. Faking an injury, just walking out, whatever he chooses.
I don't want to do that though. I want the charade to continue.
What would he do to me if he found out that the case was over
and I still let him go on with his routines? What would it
matter if things continued to go the way they were right now,
as good as they were going. I decided to keep the information
to myself for the moment.
I can't wait until Mulder finds my little note I left for him
on the money I gave him. And I have to remember to ask him if
his dancer buddies were impressed with his rather large tip
that I gave him. I'm enjoying this role way to much to give
it up now. I look at my watch a wonder how much longer it will
be before he will be back on stage. And I silently ask God not
to let the man touch a towel to that hot, sweaty, glistening
skin of his or to touch that perfect, naturally sculpted
damp lock of hiar hanging down onto his forhead. I want to
be the only person that gets to do those things tonight.
{{ To be continued in "The Challenge" }}
Title: The Challenge - Scully POV
{{ Final Part to "The Dare" and "The Test"}}
Author: Jay
Email: Luv2LuvDuchovny@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR
Summary: It begins as just another case but ends with a challenge.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Archive: Free to all, just let me know first please.
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and all things X-Files are mine in
my heart, but legally belong to C.C. No harm intended. Music
lyrics belong to Prince.
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"The Challenge"
I tried not to seem too anxious for Mulder to return to the
stage. I had to keep reminding myself that not only were there
two other female agents here at the table with me, but there
were agents all through the nightclub. I wanted my little
cat and mouse game with Mulder to continue, but I didn't
want it to be too obvious to those that might be watching
us. Those co-workers anyway. I wanted to make damn sure
every woman in this place was aware of what was going on
with Mulder and I, and wanted them to get the clear picture
that I had my eyes on him and wouldn't take no for an
answer. And I think, from some of the looks I was getting,
that my messege was getting through to them loud and clear.
I had another bill ready in my hand for when Mulder did
come back out. It was only a one this time, but I just
wanted him close to me again with his lack of clothing.
With that soft skin of his available for my every touch
and inspection.
I won't lie. I was overjoyed, wrapped in sheer delight when
he cleared the curtain again and seemed to be making his way
straight for my table. My heart was racing at the sight of
him. In just the short time that he had been backstage, I
was already beginning to miss him.
When he reached the table, I held the dollar up to him and
he sent shivers through me by taking my hand in his, sliding
it slowly down that delicious looking, sweat and oil covered
chest of his and stopping just above his G-string. There
was only one problem. I didn't want to stop there. I tried
to move my hand even lower and saw the surprise in his
sparkling eyes.
And then, oh dear God, then--he let my hand continue. He kept
his hands over mine, I was assuming this was an attempt to
cover just how far he was allowing me to go. My body tingled
from head to toe. I struggled to keep control but I pushed
the dollar in as far as I could and when I felt the firmness
of his manhood, I brushed my fingertips across it lightly
and almost began to drool at his reaction.
Every muscle in his body tightened. His thighs, which were
right in front of my eyes, drew hard and tight, his
stomach hardned, showing that perfect six pack of his.
I tried to look everywhere at once, but my attention was
diverted qauickly when he bent as if to kiss me cheek.
"In the back by the pool tables. Meet me there, now." His
husky voise said into my ear. And without waiting for a
reaction or answer, he moved through the crowd in that
direction.
I wanted so badly to stand and follow him at that very
instant. Instead I sipped my drink for another minute,
counting it off in my head. Then I asked one of the other
female agents to accompany me to the back, I explained that
Agent Mulder needed to talk to me about the case. To my
shock she laughed. "It's okay, Scully. We picked up on the
electricity flying between you two from the moment he
stepped on the stage. I'll cover the door." And she smiled
at me in such a knowing and understanding way that I wasn't
at all embarrassed. I was actually a little proud.
When we reached the back room, the other agent stepped inside
with me and I went through he motions of asking her to step
outside to wait, just in case I was wrong about any of the
signals I was picking up on from Mulder. I doubted that was
the case though, and allowed myself a slight smile.
"What are you doing?" Was the first thing he asked. That did
surprise me a little.
"Just trying to keep in character. Why? Am I doing something wrong?"
I asked as innocently as I could.
"No, just the opposite. According to Matt, you are doing everything
just right. Have you been to shows like this before? And what's with
the big tip with the phone number on it?"
That almost irritated me, until I realized that he wouldn't be so
upset if he weren't jealous.
"Mulder, what's really bothering you? You're upset, but I get the
feeling it has nothing to do with this case. Your asking questions
and not even giving me a chance to answer. You're also asking
questions and assuming you already have answers."
When he moved toward me, I knew he had decided to meet my little
challenge. I wanted to jump into his arms. I wanted to lick the
sweat and oil off of that gorgeous skin of his.
"You're right. There is somehing bothering me. All night I've had
this feeling that you've been daring me, testing me, issuing a
challenge for me to see just how far I would go with you. If I
would go as far as you. And your pushing it pretty far." He was
right in front of me now.
I let my eyes travel down his body and raise my hand to touch
his chest. "I have a confession." I said, my eyes locking with
his. I knew the first thing I had to tell him was that the case
was over and that I had let the charade continue for my benefit.
"What's that?" he asked in a hushed, husky tone.
"We've caught our suspect." I kept talking even though he
started to speak. "I wanted to keep our role playing going for a
while longer. I wanted to see if you were up for the challenge."
This time I moved closer. "I wanted a private dance."
He reacted so quickly that I gasped. He wrapped one arm around
my waist, buried a hand in my hair and in one quick movement
lifted me against his body and covered my mouth with his.
He turned and sat me on the pool table. Using his body he
pushed in between my legs which I raised and wrapped solidly
around his hips. My hands had a mind of their own. I was touching
him all over, everywhere I could reach. I was still hungry for
his flesh and now that it was available to me, I had to feel
everything that I could, as quickly as I could.
Our mouths moved together as if they were starving for each other.
And I was. I was craving him. I wanted every part of him at once.
I couldn't move fast enough to touch him, taste him, I wanted him
inside me. I wanted him with such a need that it was causing
my stomach to hurt. It seemed forever before we came up for air.
When we did he did the sexiest thing a man can do when kissing
a woman, he kept his lips on mine as he spoke, his breath still
providing feather kisses for my lips.
"You have an unfair advantage on me." He was panting.
I was just as breathless as he was. "What's that?" I asked, my
fingers still playing in his hair, my finger nails lightly scraping
his scalp.
"You have too many clothes on." He said as he squeezed one of my
breasts lightly.
I moaned and bit my lower lip. "I want to get out of here.
I don't want to stop this now, but I don't want to do this here."
He grinned. "I've wanted to say this to you for a long time. Your
place or mine?"
I laughed and kissed him again.
"Yours." I said against his mouth.
He lifted me off the pool table and held me against him for a
moment longer, our mouths still playing softly together.
"I don't want to let you go." He said.
Like an idiot, I felt hot tears threaten my eyes and burn
my throat.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tightened my hold on him.
"I know the feeling. Hurry up and get dressed. I'll wait on you
by the side exit door." I barely chocked out the words.
He kissed me deeply once more and stepped away. We exited the room
together and he barely glanced at the other female agent, but she
wasn't paying attention to us. She was still watching the show.
I watched him move through the crowd of women that were still
trying to tip him. He ignored them all. That thrilled me
almost as much as the feel of his kiss. The other agent and
I made our way back to our table and started gathering our
things.
I wasn't paying attention to the dancer that was on stage
at the moment and I wasn't really paying attention to what
the announcer was saying. I glanced at the doorway leading
backstage just to see if Mulder was on his way out yet and
did a double take when I noticed a tall, dark haired woman
talking to the man with the microphone, Matt, I think
Mulder called him. They disappeared around the corner
leading to the backstage area before I could get a good
look at her, but I could have sworn it was Diana Fowley.
I tried to tell myself that it wasn't her, that it was
just some woman after one of the other dancers, but
something kept nagging at me and I couldn't get the
possibility out of my head that it was Diana, and that
she was going back there to find Mulder. To my knowledge
she didn't know about this case and would have no reason
to be here, but you never knew about her.
I told the female agents I would be right back and went
over to the backstage entrance area. One of the other
dancers was there and I told him that I was waiting on
"Fox" and he seemed to expect me to ask for him. I'll
admit that it gave me a little thrill to think that even
the other dancers had picked up on the attraction between
Mulder and I. He led me backstage to what I assumed was
the dressing room door. He knocked once then opened the
door.
My body had a complete opposite reaction from what it
was having earlier. For all the good feelings I was having
before, now I felt sick. Sick in my stomach, sick in my
heart and angry. Absolute, engulfing anger.
Mulder was in his boxers. Diana was standing in front of
him and he had his hands on her hips. It looked like they
had been sharing an intimate moment just before they had
been interupted. How could I have been so nieve? I just
turned and walked back the way I had come. I went to the
table, picked up my things and exited the side door with
no word to anyone. I was afraid if I spoke the tears that
were threatening my eyes would start rolling down my
face and then the anger would be even worse.
As I left the back parking lot area of the club I glanced
up to see Mulder in my rearview mirror, but I didn't slow
down. I just wanted to get away from him. I knew he would
probably call or come after me, but for now I had to get
distance between us.
How could I have been so stupid as to think that because
I had such deep feelings for him, his feeling might not be
anything more than just wanting to add me to his list of
women he had been to bed with. He always dropped everything
for Diana. The road blurred and doubled and the tears came
flowing over my face.
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I started not to go back to my apartment because I knew that
would be the first place he would come looking for me, but I
didn't know where else to go. I wasn't sure how I was going
to handle him when he did show up, if he showed up. I was
assuming he would drop Diana to come after me. It could be
hours before he decided to try and pout his way out of this
situation with me, and somewhere inside of me I knew that
although things wouldn't go back to the way they had been
earlier tonight, I would forgive him and we would move on.
Even though I knew it was wrong to feel this way, I let
my hate for Diana flow over me.
There was a soft knock on the door and Mulder's voice
floated through from the other side. "Scully? Scully, it's
me. Open the door."
I just stood in the middle of the room looking at the door.
So he had come after me instead of staying with her. That
made me feel a little better.
Another knock. "Scully, I know you're here. Just open the door
and let me tell you what happened. You know there was nothing
going on in there. It's just Diana causing trouble."
I moved to the door. "It didn't look that way to me." And it
hadn't. But I had to question myself. Had I let my hate for
her get me so upset that I hadn't stop to think about what
Mulder might have been doing?
"Open the door, Scully. Let me come in and tell you what happened.
I'm half naked out here." He said in that slightly begging tone
of his that he knew full well would make me roll my eyes at him.
And before I could stop myself, that was exactly what I was
doing.
"You seemed to get comfortable with that part of this case quickly."
Was all I said. I couldn't help it. I was still mad.
"Scully. Just open the damn door, please." I could hear the
irritation his voice now.
I thought about it for minute. Should I let him in and give
him a chance to explain himself? I moved the chain and opened the
door, leaving it open just a crack and walking away as he entered
and closed it behind him.
"Scully, I didn't know Diana was even there. She showed up as I was
getting dressed and had her hands on me. I was..." he started
spitting out words as he moved across the room behind me.
"Mulder, I'm not so sure..." I interrupted him and turned to face
him. The sight of him took my breath away and I couldn't speak
anymore. He was standing there with nothing on but his tight,
faded jeans. He hadn't even bothered to button them. His
bare chest heaved and still glistened lightly. His long slender
feet were bare. His face looked as though he were in agony and
his hair was still damp, with that loose strand hanging on his
forehead. If this man standing before me thought enough to come
after me in the state he was in now, there had to be more to
his feelings than just wanting to get me into bed. I hoped so
anyway because any resistance that I had built up to argue
with him tonight was now gone. I never wanted another dress
shirt, suit or tie to touch his skin.
For some reason I saw his breath hitch in his throat and saw an
expression of something like anger flicker in his eyes.
I didn't know what was going through his mind but I just wanted
to be close to him again. I crossed the room and walked right into
his arms. I stood on tip toe to wrap my arms around him and bury my
face against the side of his neck, the fingers of one hand sliding
into the hair at the back of his head. I inhaled his scent and my
head started to spin. He sighed and wrapped his arms around me so
tightly that my ribs ached, but I didn't care.
"I'm sorry, Scully, I'm so sorry. I sware I didn't..."
I moved back just enough to look up at him and shake my head.
Leaving my one hand in his hair, I placed the fingers of my
other hand on his mouth. I just looked at his face, at the way
my fingers looked on his lips. I moved them lightly over
his upper lip, then then his lower one. He opened his mouth slightly
and tilted his head back just a bit so that his lips moved against
my fingers. I shivered. His eyes closed and he seemed to be
tantalized at my touch.
He looked beautiful. There aren't many men that can be described
as beautiful, but Mulder was certainly one of them.
"You look so amazing right now." I whispered. I tightened my fingers
in his hair in a light grip and kissed him. He was
breathing hard. I wanted this kiss to tell him everything that I
couldn't find a voice to say. I wanted him to know how much I
wanted him, but I also wanted him to know that I wanted as much
control of the situation as he would let me have. I wanted him to
give in to me. It was slow, it was soft, but it was firm.
I broke the kiss to move back again and look at him. He held onto
me as if he weren't willing to let any more space come between us
then was absolutely necessary. My eyes followed my hands as they
moved over his shoulders, his chest, down his stomach and stopped at
his still unbuttoned jeans.
"You really were in a hurry to get to me." I said, looking him in
the eye, a twinkle sparkling in mine.
He just looked at me and nodded. I smiled at his almost innocent
expression and raised a hand back up to his forehead and brushed
away that stray strand of hair that I loved so much.
As I looked at his body again, I had an uncontrolable urge to kiss
his chest, so I bent my head slightly and placed a soft kiss just
above each of his nipples. He shuddered almost violently in my arms
and moaned. I loved having that effect on him.
Then he shocked me beyond anything I'd ever imagined was in his
ability to do. He opened his mouth and started saying the most
unbelieveable and beautiful words that I had ever heard any man
say. He left no more doubts in my mind about what his feelings
for me were or how deeply he felt them.
"Oh God, Scully, I've wanted you for so long. I get so mad when other
men even look at you. The way they stare at your legs when you wear
those skirts. The way they watch you walk in those heels. I miss you
when we aren't together for more than a day, I want to call you just
to hear your voice, I ache for just the slightest touch from you and
could explode everytime you smile at me. You are my day, my
night, my every waking and dreaming thought. You are the essence
of the very soul that exists in me and the reason my heart beats
every day." I take her face in my hands. "Telling you that I'm in
love with you is like a christian telling God he created Heaven and
Earth. I'm just stating an overwhelming fact that is infinite and
divine."
I started crying somewhere around the time he said he ached for me.
The tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on his thumbs and he
used that sweet, ever pouting mouth of his to kiss the tears from
my eyes. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, all
I could see was him. This man I loved so much. This man that was
confessing a love for me that I never thought any man would feel
for me, let alone be able to voice to me.
I wrapped my arms around him again and nuzzled his neck with my
face. I was trembling and this big, wonderful, gentle man just
engulfed me in his arms and held me tighter.
"Scully, say something. You're scaring me."
I shook my head against him. "I can't say anything."
I felt him smile as he buried his own face against my neck, in the
edge of my hair.
After a few minutes I raised my eyes to look at him and I smiled.
"My saying I love you too seems like nothing compared to that speech
you just gave me and I can't think past that to say anything else.
I do love you. I love you so much, Mulder, that sometimes it
physically hurts because of all the pain I see you go through."
He kissed me again. "You did think of something to say after all."
He said against my lips. I wanted him to talk to me that way from
now on, with his mouth against mine. It sent such a thrill through
me. I nodded slightly and deepened the kiss. My hands were once
again moving over his bare skin. Moving so slowly that his stomach
shivered and rippled. They seemed to move on their own. I couldn't
control them when his flesh was bared to me and this close to me.
Without breaking the kiss he bent slightly and gathered me up into
his arms and moved to my bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed
under him and settled in half next to me, half covering me. His
fingers went to the buttons on my top and I noticed that they were
trembling so much that he could barely get them undone.
Just as he finished the last one I ran my hand down into the back
of his jeans and scraped my nails on his lower back, just above his
ass. I got the reaction I was hoping for. He thrust against me and
moaned into my mouth.
When he moved his mouth down my jaw and neck I increased the pressure
of my nails on his skin and scrapped them upward on his back. His
hand was on my stomach and he moved it up to push my bra aside.
As his mouth closed on the tender flesh of my breast and his tongue
ran across my erect nipple I thought I would lose my mind. My nails
really dug in and I arched up toward him with a moan of my own.
Oh God, I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to hurry, and I wanted
him to take his time. I didn't know what I wanted---just him.
Mulder, Mulder, my Mulder. All of him.
He gave my nipple one more hard, luxurious suckle before moving back
and releasing it from his mouth. I raised my hips for him as he slid
my skirt and panties off in one motion. I quickly removed my
blouse and bra and enjoyed the way he looked at my naked body laying
there waiting for him. When he started to unzip his jeans I stopped
him. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel how hard he was through
the denim cloth that I had glanced at so many times hiding the one
thing that I had yet to see on Mulder's body. My hands slid over the
bulge in his jeans and to my sheer delight, he placed his hand over
mine and thrust hard against it. I undid the zipper and
pushed his jeans and boxers from his hips. I had to stop and just
stare for a moment. Never in my most vivid dreams did I imagine
his size anywhere close to this. He was a sight to behold. Long and
hard and thick. I take his dick into my hand and stroke it slowly,
just once.
"Ah---Christ, Scully." he groans.
I push his jeans down farther and he kicks them off.
As he once again moves over me and positions himself partly between
my legs, I lift one leg and drape it high on his thigh. His dick is
now against my inner thigh, so I slide my hand over his hip and ass
and shiver as I wait for him to be where I need him to be. Deep
inside me.
"I need to be in you now." he says softly against my mouth as if
reading my mind.
"I need you there now." I said back, without moving my lips from
his.
Rolling our bodies until I was on my back and he was positioned
between fully my legs, me moved his hips up until the head of his
dick was ready to enter me. I was so wet and ready for him. He
put a hand on my hip, deepened the kiss and moved into me, slowly.
The kiss stopped. Our breath stopped. We just looked into each
others eyes. Nothing I had ever known had ever felt like this. It
was a serene, satisfying feeling that lifted my very soul to a place
of unknown peace. He was locked with me now and forever and I with
him.
The world stopped. The air itself was motionless. There was nothing.
Nothing but the two of us and our love. He barely moved inside me
and every nerve in my body was alive with the feel of him. He
was all the way inside me and wouldn't pull out more than an inch
or two before moving right back in again. We were still locked in a
gaze that didn't need words.
My hand was playing in his hair and our lips would touch gently
every other movement he made. I felt my orgasm building and he
must have sensed it too because he was watching me so intently.
I loved the idea of him watching me as he made my climax build
inside me, knowing he wanted to watch me cum for him. He kept
doing exactly what he was doing and my muscles began to tighten
more and more around the thickness of him inside me.
When I came I tried to keep my eyes on his. I wanted to see him,
but I couldn't. It came with such force that my body quivered all
over and I clamped onto him so tightly that I thought surely he
would come over the edge with me. My head rolled back and as
he licked and kissed my chin and neck, I saw tiny pinpoints of
light behind my eyes and already felt another orgasm building
because he was still moving inside me, still in just the right
spot. Dear Lord the man was going to be the death of me.
"Mulder--God---oh Mulder." my inner legs squeezed his hips between
them. He slid the hand from my hip and ran it down under my ass,
holding me up against him as he pushed deep into me and thrust
twice. I cried out, ready to cum all over his dick again.
Still staying deep inside me, he moved in slow, hard thrusts.
His teeth now nipped at my chin, my throat, my jaw line.
I hoped he would want to make love to me forever becuase it
was one thing he certainly was good at---driving me so out
of my mind with every movement.
He kissed me. Not hard, just soft and slow. My mouth was so glad
to have his back that I lapped at his tongue, lavished in the
taste of him and the softness of his lips.
"Mulder, again..." I said into his mouth as I felt my second
orgasm start.
He speeded up his strokes and I felt the beginning of is orgasm
just as I soaked his dick again. His back arched and he pushed
as deeply into me as he could get. He moved his face to my ear and
whispered words of love and devotion as he came inside
me, filling me again and again. He told me he loved me, that he
wanted to dedicate his life to making me happy. That all he
wanted in this world was us.
Panting hard and shivering he tried to roll to my side, me knowing
that he was worried about crushing me but I wouldn't let him.
I held him against me and inside me, loving the feel of him
moving and twitching there. He just relaxed in my arms and nuzzled
my neck.
"That's a whole new X-File experience if you ask me." he said
into my hair and although I couldn't see his face, I could hear
the grin in his voice.
"Mmmm. That wasn't so unexplainable." I said, stroking his back.
He moved his head sideways and looked at me. "Oh, really?" He was
trying to act irritated, but not doing a very good job.
I laughed and turned my face to his. "No. We just discovered
something most people go through their whole lives and never find."
"What's that?" he asked, tucking a stray strand of my hair behind
my ear.
"True love." I said with a smile.
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The End.